Disappearing Nine Patch (A Harriet Truman/Loose Threads Mystery Book 9) (32 page)

“I’ve got a big roll of lavender wrapping paper left over from my son’s wedding,” Mavis said. “I’m sure there’s enough to wrap all three.”

Lauren leaned forward and made eye contact with Harriet.

“How was date night?”

Harriet rolled her eyes.

“I told you, it wasn’t date night, it was movie night. We watched movies. I liked the zombie movie. It had a compelling plot.”

“Like you’d know,” Lauren smirked.

“James is a complete gentleman. We watched two movies, and I went home.”

Harriet was thankful the only witness had been snoring in his dog chair the whole evening.

“Is your chef coming to the award ceremony?” Connie asked.

“I don’t think so. He prepped the food for the event, but he has workers who do delivery and setup. He’s working at the restaurant. You may have noticed he’s always there whenever you go eat there.”

“Like Jorge,” Beth said, more to herself than anyone else.

When everyone was finished eating, Mavis served coffee and tea while Harriet and Lauren cleared the dishes. Then, she wiped her hands on a dish towel.

“Lauren, if you can go with Harriet to get the boxes from her place, I’ll dig out the paper, and Beth and I can wrap them.”

Connie sipped her coffee and set her mug on the table.

“I’ve got some inch-wide white grosgrain ribbon at home. I bought it for a Maypole project at school and got a better deal if I bought a dozen rolls.”

“Sounds perfect,” Beth said. She glanced at her watch. “Let’s say we meet back here in an hour, and we can get these quilts wrapped up.”

Harriet slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her black pants and wiggled them upward. Lauren rolled her eyes. The two women were standing in front of the Foggy Point Arts Center.

“Show-off.”

“Hey, between my last project, the machine quilting on these first two quilts and then all the hand-quilting, I’ve lost a little weight. And that’s in spite of James’s best efforts.”

“Speaking of the chef, how
did
movie night go?”

“It was nice. He’s refreshingly uncomplicated. And he has a killer TV room.” She described the room for her friend, including the custom dog chair.

“Why am I not surprised?”

“He spends a lot of time at the restaurant, where it’s pretty hectic, so he decided to make his house a true sanctuary. Everything is set up for his interests and his comfort. I don’t blame him.”

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it. It just sounds a little over the top.”

“He also had a map of the hiking trails around Foggy Point, including in and out of the area where we were looking for the vent yesterday.”

“Could you tell what was adjacent to the park border?”

“James used to play in that neighborhood when he was little, and his mom’s friend still lives there. He said there used to be woods leading down to a creek.”

Harriet slipped her phone from her pocket, pressed a button and looked at the time, then frowned.

“What’s the matter?” Lauren asked. “You’ve checked the time four times since we got here, and I know you’re not that anxious for this shindig to start.”

“James was going to go into those woods behind his mom’s friend Lois’s house in the lull between the lunch and dinner crowds and see what’s there.”

“And?”

“I sort of thought he’d call and tell me what he’d found. It’s a little past five-thirty, and he should have gotten back to the restaurant over an hour ago.”

“And you thought he’d call you the minute he got back. It’s just possible some disaster was happening in the kitchen, and when he’s got it under control, he’ll call you.”

Harriet sighed.

“You’re right. He never said he was going to call immediately. He’s just busy.”

Lauren pointed to their right.

“Here comes Jorge, delivering your aunt.”

Jorge pulled up to the unloading area and helped Beth and her knee scooter out of his white truck.

“I will be so glad when I’m free of this contraption,” she said.

“How much longer will that be?” Lauren asked.

“I see the doctor next Wednesday.”

Mavis, Connie and Carla came up the sidewalk carrying the three lavender boxes.

“Shall we get this show on the road?” Mavis asked and led the way into the auditorium.

Harriet was checking her phone for the seventh time when the introductory remarks ended. She looked up to see who was taking the podium next and noticed Sandra Price sitting in the first row. Her hair was done in an old-fashioned beehive, and her back was ramrod straight. Tension radiated off the woman, even from three rows away. A muscular man in a gray suit sat beside her. She elbowed Lauren, sitting to her left.

“Look who’s sitting in the front row,” she whispered and glanced pointedly toward Sandra.

“I wonder what changed her mind.” Lauren whispered back.

“I wonder who her date is.”

Harriet studied the man in gray. His suit looked expensive—not a match for Sandra’s Walmart look. She turned her attention back to the stage in time to see Stuart Jones adjusting the microphone.

“Like a rosebud plucked too soon…” he started, and Harriet had to look away as Lauren pointed her finger into her mouth and mimed gagging.

“Are we sure he’s really a published poet?” she whispered.

“He said he was,” Harriet whispered back. “And I looked him up on Amazon. He does have a couple of books.”

“Hush,” Aunt Beth scolded from Lauren’s other side.

Stewart droned on for another five minutes, and Harriet used the time to check her phone, which was now silenced. Still nothing.

Nancy returned to the podium and announced the naming of the Amber Price Annex, a new building that had just been erected adjacent to the strip mall where Carey Bates Center for Missing and Exploited Children was located. She called Sandra up to the stage.

Sandra climbed the four steps to the stage, and Stewart came from behind the curtain and escorted his foster mother to center stage, where Nancy Finely was joined by Patrice Orson.

“How much did she have to give to get a building?” Josh Phillips said in such a loud stage whisper that the entire audience fell silent. He looked around to be sure he had everyone’s attention. “Come on, if I gave ten thousand dollars, and all I get is a homemade rag, how much did
she
give, huh?”

The quilters in the audience gasped, and the woman behind him leaned forward and whispered something Harriet couldn’t hear. Judging by the woman’s raw silk suit and conspicuous display of diamonds, she guessed she was one of the other quilt recipients. If this had been a movie, burly security guards would have come out of nowhere and taken him by the elbows and hustled him out of the auditorium before he could say anything else. But, this was Foggy Point. No guards dressed in black came out of the shadows.

The man in the gray suit hurried up to the stage and grabbed the microphone.

“We’ll be taking a brief intermission. I hope you’ll join us in the lobby for a glass of champagne.” He then stepped off the stage in one leap and came up the aisle to confront Josh. She couldn’t hear what the man said, but almost before she could see what he’d done, the anonymous man had twisted Josh’s arm behind him and had Josh’s fist held in the middle of his back. He pushed Josh forcefully up the aisle.

“You can leave quietly, or I can call the police, your choice.” she heard the man say as they passed her aisle.

“Let me go, you gorilla! You have no right to hold an American citizen against my will. And what about free speech?” Josh was getting louder, and the man jerked his arm higher, causing him to cry out.

When they got past the auditorium seating area, the man turned Josh and directed him toward a side door that did not lead into the lobby. The door swung open from the other side, and the man in gray shoved Josh out. She wasn’t sure, but she thought it was an exit directly out to the sidewalk. The door closed, and suit guy straightened his jacket and tie, relaxed the muscles in his face and disappeared into the lobby.

“Well, that was fun,” Lauren said. “Want to go get some champagne?”

“No, I want this to be over. I’m getting kind of tired of these people and their drama.”

Aunt Beth leaned forward.

“You and me both. I’d like to know who tampered with my car. When I know who did that and why, I can put all this…” She gestured toward her bandaged ankle. “…behind me and get on with life.”

Connie stood up.

“I’m going out to the restroom. Does anyone want a snack while I’m out there?”

“Nothing for me. We haven’t been here long enough to need anything,” Lauren told her.

People dribbled back into the auditorium, and Nancy and Patrice returned to the podium. Sandra Price and her mysterious companion were not in the audience when Nancy welcomed everyone back. No mention was made of the now-absent Josh, or the naming of the new building.

Patrice was in the middle of a PowerPoint presentation telling all the scary statistics about human trafficking and about the success their program had achieved in bringing young people home when Harriet’s phone vibrated. She glanced at the screen and was a little curious when it didn’t say James’s cell number but instead the land line at the restaurant.

“This is James,” she whispered. “I’m going out to call him back.”

Aunt Beth’s brows pulled together, and she pressed her lips tightly closed, but she didn’t say anything. Harriet could tell her aunt disapproved, but she needed to talk to him.

She squeezed past Lauren and two other women and went as quietly up the aisle as she could manage, pressing redial on her phone as she went.

“Smuggler’s Cove,” a female voice said.

“Can I talk to James?”

“Is this Harriet? This is Yvonne. Do you know where James is?”

Harriet’s heart felt like it had dropped to her feet. Yvonne was one of the restaurant’s maître d’s.

“I assumed he was at the restaurant. He went to check something out between crowds, but he was going to be back before the dinner rush.”

“He left at two-thirty and told the students he’d be back in an hour. I got here at five, and he still wasn’t back.”

Harriet glanced at the time on her phone and put it back to her ear.

“So, you haven’t heard from him in four hours?”

“We’re really worried. So far, the students are managing to keep the food coming, but they’re stressed to the breaking point. And this isn’t like James.”

“Let me see if I can find him.”

“Hurry, please,” Yvonne said and hung up.

Harriet tapped a quick text to Lauren.

James missing going to look.

Me 2
came back almost immediately, and a moment later, Lauren burst into the lobby.

“What do you mean missing?”

“That was the restaurant. He left to go check the woods next to Fogg Park at two-thirty, and he hasn’t been back since.”

“I’ll drive,” Lauren said. “My car’s closer.”

“I can’t remember the name of the street. When we looked at the map it backed up to a green space that bordered the park.”

“Didn’t you say his mom’s friend lived on the same street as Sandra Price?”

“Yes!” Harriet said and entered the Price address into the map program on her phone.

They drove through Foggy Point in grim silence until Lauren turned her car onto the street Sandra Price lived on and pulled to the curb several houses away.

“You don’t happen to know Lois’s last name do you?”

Harriet thought.

“I don’t think anyone ever mentioned it.”

Lauren pulled her tablet computer from her bag and opened the search function.

“What are you doing?” Harriet asked as Lauren rapidly tapped numbers onto the screen.

“I’m looking at the property maps on either side of the Prices. The city maps tell the ownership and tax history.” She kept entering addresses. “And we have a winner. Two doors to the right.”

Harriet got out and headed for Lois’s door. It opened before she could knock.

“Are you James’s friend Harriet?” A stocky gray-haired woman asked. She grabbed Harriet’s hand and pulled her inside. “I’m so worried. James came here this afternoon and told me he was helping you follow up on something. He asked to go through our back gate to go into the woods behind our property. He said he’d stop back by on his way out. Only he never did.”